You and Wriothesley have always made an excellent team. You were a detective, and he was a cop; you solved cases for him, and he arrested the criminals.

While explaining a fresh case to you, you can't help but lose focus when Wriothesley plays with the handcuffs he always carries about.

"People have been disappearing for the past few days; this can't be a coincidence."

"God, I want those handcuffs on me." You murmured.

"..What?" Wriothesley looks at you.